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A Certain Affection
by Zakiya Williams
heila walked down the long corridor in the hotel. Having come for one purpose and was set to do it. For over two decades Sheila had not felt the warmth of man on her voluptuous body. All the toys that just didn't satisfy.
On a dare I decided to swing. It was with a couple that I had been talking to for a few months. I thought I would feel safer with a woman around. It was an odd feeling, which had not been able to be dismissed.
I checked my hair in the mirror in the hall. It looked good. My dark hair was swept up in a tight bun with a wisp touching my face. The skirt showed off the features I was trying to display. Perfume hung in the air so there was no need to spray again. I had to calm down. This is sex not surgery. My hands had been shaking as she put on her lipstick.
Sheila walked to room 208 and lightly knocked. I didn't know what to expect but there was an escape plan if things were not good. Laura answered the door. She was around 45 or 50 years old with black eyes, pouting lips, and breast that could keep any child fully nourished. She reminded me of a down to earth mother. Something I did not have. She wondered if she would be able to respond after that feeling. She would soon find out.
The two walked in the room where Steve, a nice looking middle-aged man, was sitting watching a game. Sheila began to feel better. She hadn't known what to expect. She half expected them to great her naked. Instead they sat down to watch the game, eye each other, and make small talk. Sheila had a pop and pretended to be interested in the game. Laura was sitting next to her on the couch. Her hand went across to Sheila's breast and began to play with her nipples. All the while having a conversation with her husband about the new quarterback.
Sheila couldn't help but respond. Her body was becoming electrified and awaking with each gentle touch. She wasn't sure if she should do the same to Laura so she just sat there and received it. She needed some affection and Laura wanted to give it. She removed the tight knit sweater that Sheila had worn. It revealed a bra-less wonder to Laura. She looked at Sheila for permission to continue. What could be said? Her nipples would have betrayed any denial. She wanted to, no, needed to feel like a woman right now. All the inhibitions began to melt as she responded to the touches and light kisses on her breast.
All this amid shouts of "Touch Down" by Steve, who was still engrossed by the game. Sheila's attention was quickly returned to her own game. Laura was egging her to lie down on the couch. She did as she was told. The skirt and under garments were taken off rather quickly. Her sexual senses were awakening and seemed to want to be devoured. The feel of the hot tongue on her clit shocked her. She had never been eaten before. The responses were so fast that she didn't have time to think about whether she should or not.
Laura spoke gently to her. Soothing words like a mother or a teacher showing her how to respond to the actions she was receiving. Sheila listened, learned, and acted. She was becoming lost in the moment. Hands were stimulating her breast while a tongue ate her to orgasm. It would be the first of many for that night. Her body shook intensely to the continued licks then there was a male voice.
"May I play?" He asked. Sometime doing her letting go, Steve had undressed and had taken over the duty of stimulating her breast. He waited for me to give him permission to go down below. I needed to be filled and I knew a tongue would not do it. His dick seemed so large, but it had been so long since I had been with a man that I didn't remember if it was just the right size. He slipped it in with no trouble. It was tight against those almost virgin walls. I felt every vein and every stroke. I responded like the woman that I am. I came too quickly I thought, but he continued and told me that it was my night for pleasure. Anything I wanted to happen could. The two of them kept bringing me to orgasm. They never seemed to tire. I seemed insatiable. I wanted to be fucked, licked, sucked, and all. I needed to know that I could respond as a woman.
It seemed like hours before we took a break. I could only ask, "How did you know I needed that?" The two looked at each other and Laura replied,
"We read it in your emails to us and it was obvious when you walked in. You needed a mom and dad to be affectionate and supportive. You needed us to give you permission to be who you really are."
I wanted to cry at the observation but my body was still tingling. It was time to become the entire woman I wanted to be. I started by seducing them. But that is another story.
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